The nap rarely came to any of us, for the heat of the houses never passed off, day or night, at that season.

After an early breakfast, the long day began again.
The question of what to eat came to be a serious one.

We experimented with all sorts of tinned foods, and tried to produce some variety from them, but it was all rather tiresome.

We almost dreaded the visits of the Paymaster and the Inspector at that season, as we never had anything in the house to give them.
One hot night, at about ten o'clock, we heard the rattle of wheels, and an ambulance drew up at our door.

Out jumped Colonel Biddle, Inspector General, from Fort Whipple.